#valaid

You know this is coming right back at you right?

Poor Vertigo! I hope he has no mets and a successful surgery!

valaid

*huggles* I hope for every bit of positive outcome

WOULD YOU BE MY NUMERATOR asdfghkljkkll that's the best math pickup line I've ever heard, you're a genius xD

Stupid math flirting would definitely work on me, yes xD

HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS UNTIL JUST NOW??

TUMBLR WHAT IS WRONG YOU??

OMG, I don’t even know what this is, but my brain couldn’t think of anything else other then this. Hope you like it ♥

Also, is like forever since I wrote for this fandom, and damn if I missed this.

Sentence Starters

“I’m too sober for this.” Lavi groaned, looking at the utter chaos in front of him, consisting in a really focused Bookman with piles and piles of book, some of them scattered on the floor and others balancing in a really precarious way over the various table in the dining room.

“You don’t even drink.” Allen was able to say, between a spoon full of soup and the other, never stopping but still looking around him with curious eyes.

“Maybe I should start.” Lavi continued letting his head flop in his hand and groaning already thinking at all the work waiting for him in the near future.

“No, doesn’t fit you.” Allen said, moving a spoon in front of Lavi bent head “here try this”.

“Mh?”

“Try this, it’s good and will warm your heart and melt away all the worries.” Allen announced calmly.

Raising slowly his head Lavi, looked between the food offered to him and Allen, and back at the food.

“Are you ok?”

“Why?”

“The food, you never… oh never mind.”

“What? Tell me.” Allen asked, turning his head to look better Lavi in his eye.

“You never offer your food, if someone tries to take food from your table you just go feral, and now…” Lavi ended, gesturing at the spoon in front of him.

“What can I say” Allen shrugged, moving a plate of food from his pile in front of Lavi taking back the spoon. “I’m sharing with i think needs food the most, and most times it’s me, but right now…” With that, Allen just ended is little chat and moved back to his food, finish all the food in front of him, in a record time before disappearing, leaving behind Lavi with an open mouth a plate full of warm food in front of him.

“What was that?” Lavi whispered.

Drabble List #2

43. “I never meant to hurt you.” 87. “Let me help.”

“Why there is a giant wolf plushie in our living room?” Geralt stared, at said plushie covering  all of their couch and half the table behind it.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Jaskier shrugged, not looking back at Geralt, and hugging the one single legs he could actually circle his arms around comfortably.

“Jaskier…” Geralt sighed, moving closer to his boyfriend, and gently starting to move his hand on his up and down his back. “I didn’t meant to hurt you,” Jaskier hummed, closing his eyes and basking in the warm soft fur of the plushie and the gentle hand on massaging back. “I was an asshole, I was mad and I let it out on you, I know that’s not a good apology and I will pay for that for a long time, but let me at last start with this words, I’m sorry.” Geralt ended waiting for Jaskier to say something. Anything.

And so he waited. And waited, minute passing slowly in the stillness of the room till Jaskier moved jostling his hand and moving to lay flat on the wolf back, trying to hug better the plushie.

“Jaskier.” Geralt tried again with a soft voice, starting to squirm on the spot, because Jaskier silent wasn’t good. It was unsettling, unnatural.

“I know” Jaskier started, after fifteen minute of complete silence, fifteen minute that looked like hours. “I know you didn’t mean to say that to me, but it still hurt. It still hurt, because you always use me as a punching bag, and that’s not fair at all” Jaskier continued, trying to balance himself on the plushie, slipping sideway a little.

“Let me help.” Geralt whispered, moving closer to help Jaskier balance himself on the white wolf.

“You need to learn how to channel that anger, you need to find a way” Jaskier sighed, planting his face in the soft fur, rubbing his nose. “Till that moment you will sleep here in the living room, and he is going to come with me to bed.” Jaskier said, with a final little nod, before starting to get down of said plushie. “Now help me get down, and move this to our room, I need to rearrange few things” Ended, nearly face planting on the floor.

“Are you…?” Geralt asked, with one arm around Jaskier torso.

“Geralt now.” Jaskier hissed, straightening himself and storming into the bedroom ignoring Geralt grumbling behind him.

“I hate this.” Geralt sighed, took the plushie and started to drag it behind him.

“Well I love it.” Jaskier hissed from the other side of the door.

Send me a ship:

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter: Tony the werewolf from an old family and Stephen the hunter, from a family with an history of great hunt (send of to a prestigius school)

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman: Tony, totaly Tony the mermaid, just so fascinated by the human world that he stares and stares for hours to the really cute fisherman Stephen (he knows the name because the others fishemrans call him with that name)

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar: this is easy, Stephen the witch/wizard, only because he really loves to study and during one of his travles ends up in this school of magic and just start to follow the curses, while Tony is his black munchkin kitty familiar (he is not short he is just compact and cute, thank you very much)

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict: Stephe the barista (he needed money while studying), and Tony is the cute student drinking liters and liters of coffee, during the night

who’s the professor and who’s the TA: Stephen the professor and Tony the TA, but this could easyly switch

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss): Tony the princess and Stephen the knight, the magical knight in a red cape, that don’t know why he is there, and why there are explosion going on around him

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent: Stephen the teacher, and Tony the single parent with 3 kids of all ages. Harley the bigger one, Peter the middle and Morgan the little and most spoiled (and loved) of all

Unusual Asks

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? Near my friends, so I can see them everyday ♥ (but possibly still here in Italy)

39. do you have a nickname? what is it? I really don’t know, people usually call me by my name... or at last they reached the “Fla” state (abbreviation of my name)

53. opinion on smoking? I hate it, and if you want to ruin your life do it, but far away from me. Thank you.

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married? Why should I? Here you don’t change your last name... it’s a damn american thing (also I will never marry, not even in my worst nightmare)

94. favorite lyrics right now: Queen - The Show Must Go On